I... I don't careAbout white collar busy twats, the teenage struggle that was failSome of people say, none of us make enough of likeSure but what about the doubt of cast?

Your motherland, as you should knowHas deeply frozen broken bonesThey slit her wrists With the brand-new hundred-dollar notes

I am looking forward to leave this goddamn cityI cannot let 'em spoil my soul and visionWith their city press and televisionIf it wasn't for the childhood and friendsI'd opt for removing it from the mapSir, I'm afraid to die unrichIn this city of fountains and village fêtes.

Your motherland,As you should knowHas deeply frozen broken bonesThey slit her wristsWith the brand-new hundred-dollar notes
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